The first thing I noticed was my hairbrush, its handle was smooth and cylindrical and measured a good eight inches but it was relatively thin. That is...when I had an idea, earlier in the evening I noticed a pop machine that gave out the 500ml bottles of pop as opposed to the regular machines that gave out cans. Grabbing some change I headed down and grabbed myself a pop.So now I had my hair brush and a bottle of pop, they would have to do. I got on my bed and undressed, my nipples already hard. The innkeeper smiled and blushed. ‘I think she found a match’, answered Libby.Sam and her new-found friend moved behind the rock and danced a few steps before they fell to the ground, hands groping cunts. Within a few seconds, Margo and Libby were in the bushes on the other side of the path, rolling about in the underbrush kissing and grabbing ass. Margo was surprised at the passion which overtook her and a woman she hardly knew. They clamped each other’s mouth on the other’s already dripping. I look at her and say; "Is everything allright?" She looks up at me and says; " yes I just don't feel good. My tummy is just a little upset." I ask her if she wanted me to get her anything. Rachelle just says that she was going to take a nice hot shower and that would make her feel good. I told her OK I hope the shower will make you feel better, see ya soon. She got up and I could hear the water running. I got to thinking I hope I didn't push too hard into her last night and maybe had hurt her.. Was it fellow feeling for another human being in trouble, or was it lust for the pert bottom, wonderful back, long neck and lustrous blond hair? He always professed not to know.Of course he did!He changed direction and approached the desk.“There seems to be a problem,” he said as he arrived by the angel’s side. “Perhaps I can help?”She turned to him.He was not in the habit of blaspheming, but the epithet O My God (not the abbreviation) arose in his mind. That face. It was a face beyond words..